Ah, terrific rates.
But the question is... do they take wee dogs?
Do you think?
I just presumed he'd like chocolate.
It never occurred to me to ask him first.
Do you talk to your dog a lot, Mr?
Macbeth, Hamish.
No, I don't really talk to him at all.
Rhetorical question, Miss?
- Mrs? - Laura will do. Laura McDuff.
What was your question again?
St Columba's Guest House. I wondered whether they took dogs.
They'll take your dog. I hope he's not fussy about the company he keeps.
- I'll need to go. - OK.
Find yourself another place to stay, Mr Macbeth.
Rhona.
Terrific rates, Jock. Come on.
- Mr McDuff! - Yes.
Is she ready yet, Mr McDuff? Is she ready?
If she was ready, I wouldn't be stood over her like a half-shut knife.
Mr McDuff, there is a man and his dog sitting at the harbour, as we speak,
and this man, Mr McDuff, has phoned about lodgings.
I won't have her ready for hours yet.
Damn it, McDuff. I told this man that I would send the house car for him.
I am applying good Protestant rational thought
to a mechanical problem, Mr McPhail,
and, eventually, by the application of good Protestant rational thought
I will solve this problem.
Now if you think it will speed things up
by dousing the vehicle's entrails with your "holy" water, by all means go on.
This is no time for disputation, Mr McDuff.
If we don't get to that man soon, they'll turn him against us.
I agree, Mr McPhail. Listen very carefully.
Tell this man to go and find the Busy B...
...and when he finds her, to go aboard and speak to my sister Barbara.
- Your sister. I never thought. - Of course not. You're a Catholic.
- Mrs Scott? - Yes?
I'm trying to get to St Columba's.
The chap on the phone said you could run me up.
If you'll give me a minute to clean up, we'll be on our way.
- You OK? - Too much pulling and hauling.
- What's wrong with her? - Och, everything. Thanks, John.
She's going for scrap, I'm afraid. Just trying to save what I can.
- That's a shame. - Yes, it is.
Still, I'm off to the mainland tomorrow to look for a replacement.
- I can hang on if you want to finish. - No. I've all I'm going to get.
My husband. He's a Special Constable on Largan Largan.
Do you know anything about the Jewish religion, Mr Macbeth?
Not a lot, no.
Their clergy are called rabbis and their churches synagogues.
Their holy book is the Torah
and Jewish men assume full religious responsibility at the age of 13 -
their Bar Mitzvah.
Try and remember all that.
It's up to scratch then, Mr Macbeth?
- Yeah, it's perfect. - Excellent.
Now, dinner's not till seven,
but I can get our housekeeper Claire to do you a sandwich now if you want.
No, I'll be OK till seven. I'll get a bit of walking in.
As you wish, Mr Macbeth.
Is that Mr McDuff, you said? Any relation to a Laura McDuff?
He has a daughter by that name,
but Laura's been gone for over ten years.
I met this one at the harbour. She was picked up by a lady in a camper van.
I think I'll shove off now. Let you get yourself settled in.
- How long are you away for? - A few days.
There are three or four boats I want to look at.
Are you sure you're up to it? You look tired.
Sure I'm up to it. You worry too much.
Oh, and I've told Duncan to bring the groceries round tomorrow.
- You needn't have troubled him. - He won't mind.
You'll need the extra with Mr Macbeth here.
Your sister's right, McDuff. We have to look after our guest.
Thank you, Barbara, for bringing him.
My pleasure, Angus. What does he think of it?
He said it was perfect.
And he also said that Laura got off the ferry along with him.
I know. I saw her.
- Hello again. - You found a place to stay?
- Yeah. I'm at the church. - Oh.
And how is everyone at St Columba's?
They seem fine to me. What are you doing?
Oh, I used to live here.
I'm thinking of rebuilding it as a holiday home.
- Oh, right. - Rhona.
- I thought you might be hungry. - I am, very.
This is my aunt, Rhona Lindsay.
Hi.
- Mr Macbeth. - That's right.
I'd better be going. Nice to see you again.
Call round any time.
Tomorrow evening, if you like. We can eat.
- What, here? - It's where I'm staying.
I guess I'll be along then. Bye.
Come on, Jock.
You gotten brazen while you were away.
Barbara?
Barbara.
- I'll never manage all this. - Of course you'll manage it.
And when you've got it down you, Mr Macbeth,
you tell me if Miss Claire Fleming's not a Blue Riband cook.
Just eat what you can, Mr Macbeth. I won't be offended if you leave some.
Enoch's saying Grace, Mr Macbeth. The Protestant version.
I've never heard it, of course, but I'm sure it sounds just awful.
I've finished.
- Our turn, Mr Macbeth. Let's yell it out. - Sorry?
I spotted you for one of the faithful the first time I saw you.
It's that look of... What would you call it?
Spiritual certainty. It gives us all away.
Well, actually, I'm...
I'm Jewish.
You can't be. Begging your pardon, Claire.
- Jewish? - I hope you don't mind.
It's not a problem, Mr Macbeth.
Most of our boarders turn out to be Jewish.
So what's your first name, Mr Macbeth?
Is it Moshe or something?
No, no. It's Hamish.
- Hamish. - I know. It sounds odd.
I remember once - it was shortly after my Bar Mitzvah -
I was down in the synagogue leafing through the Torah, as you do,
and um...
Well, I came across this reference
to an ancient... Jewish hero called Hamish.
And when I spoke to my rabbi about it,
he told me that this Hamish had been...
you know, some great Hebrew soldier.
Good God.
We live and learn.
You don't mind if Claire and I?
Certainly. Go ahead.
Bless us, Lord, and these thy gifts
which we receive from thy bounty.
Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
Oh, and bless His Holiness the Pope.
Damn it, McPhail. Beg your pardon, Claire.
I will not have that infernal prince mentioned. We agreed.
For the love of God, McDuff. It just slipped out.
That was a low blow, Father.
That's a fine smelling cigarette, Hamish.
Aye, it's herbal.
I try to stay off the old tobacco.
Puts me in mind of the old incense.
We priests waft it around the church
during certain services.
Wonderfully pungent.
It dulls the senses, you mean.
So that you and the rest of your craft
can continue hoodwinking your poor congregation.
You don't half talk some tosh, McDuff.
We of the more ancient faiths
appreciate the importance of ritual and ceremony.
- Isn't that right, Hamish? - Well...
Have you ever been to a Protestant service?
- Well, I... - Dreadful affairs.
I was at one once.
Many moons ago, admittedly,
but I don't suppose it's changed much.
It was a requiem.
Oh, talk about dour.
We are talking about drabness raised to the level of an art form.
And then this desiccated old stick of a minister got up
and droned on and on
about hell and tortured souls writhing in agony.
I was ready to open a vein right there and then.
I will not sit here and listen to your malignant chatter, McPhail.
We do not need priests
or ceremonies or damned incense - begging your pardon, Claire.
We do not need bishops or cardinals
or P-O-P-E-Ss
We are a faith based on reason.
Reason, my arse! Begging your pardon, Claire.
Religion is irrational, per se.
If you believe in it, you might as well have a bit of magic in the proceedings.
Magic. That's exactly my point.
Abraca-bloody-dabra. Begging your pardon. Claire. Charlatans.
- Deceiving people like Claire... - Deceiving?
Don't you call me a deceiver or, by God, I'II...
Youngsters. What will they be up to next, I wonder?
Youngsters?
The man's not a fool, McPhail.
No.
Why don't I get my coat and Hamish can see me home?
And we can talk on the way.
- Hamish? - Yeah, sure.
20 years ago, Enoch McDuff's wife, Fiona...
She was found dead at the foot of these cliffs.
And as far as the people on this island are concerned,
Enoch killed her.
So what happened is a regular thing?
No.
No, we've had nothing like that for a long time.
Not since Laura left.
I'm so sorry, Angus.
It's a pane of glass.
How did he end up living in the church?
His house burned down.
Rhona Lindsay - that's his wife's sister - she took Laura in,
but there was nowhere for Enoch to go.
So I asked Father McPhail to help and he did.
But ever since Enoch moved in,
the local people stopped coming to the church.
They go to St Martin's on the other side of the island.
- No congregation, no money. - That's right.
In order to maintain the church, we need money from boarders.
We need the money you're giving us, Hamish.
Well, I'm not leaving. I like the place.
I like the rates and I especially like the cooking.
- D'you hear me?
Sorry, but I think there's someone in there.
- Everything OK? - It seems to be.
Must have been my imagination.
I'll take a scout around outside before I go.
No, Father...
For you are the one who changes not
and whose constancy and faithfulness never ends.
Praise be to you for revealing...
Jock.
Thank you.
In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Good morning.
Morning.
Lochdubh.
Can't say I've ever heard of the place.
Tell me, were you in the job when McDuff's wife died?
- I was, mm. - So what happened?
No one knows for certain - in the legal sense, I mean.
So why does everyone suspect McDuff then?
He had a pocket watch, solid gold. It had been in the family for years.
The day before she died,
Fiona McDuff borrowed £50 from her sister Rhona.
She told her she was going to sell the watch and pay her back then.
Well, she was on her way to sell the watch on the day she died.
She told her sister that.
We found the £50 on her but not the watch.
Who else would take the watch and leave the £50?
That's what the inquiry team asked,
along with the rest of the island.
Do you think he did it?
I'm Enoch McDuff's brother-in-law, Mr Macbeth.
Some people think that debars me from having an opinion.
At least, an honest one.
I'm only asking for an honest opinion.
Hello, Enoch.
Duncan.
You're looking a bit the worse for wear.
I overslept and then I remembered I had to bring the groceries.
- Barbara's gone, has she? - She has, yes.
And so should I if I'm to make 11 o'clock service.
- It was nice meeting you. - You too.
Oh, and in answer to your question...
...I'm inclined to think no.
11 o'clock service. Never heard of that.
- Well, I'm for a refill. Fancy one? - Yes, thank you, Hamish.
I was heartened to hear you're staying on. You're a credit to your faith.
You must sit down and tell me all about Judaism before you leave.
That's a definite.
Enoch?
I've finished.
Is it my eyesight or is that a crack in the roof up there?
I can't see anything.
Then it must be my eyesight.
- Where's Hamish? - He's um... eating out.
That's very impressive.
It'd be nice to see it when it's finished.
Don't hold your breath. I've changed my mind.
I don't see the point anymore.
You seem to know what you're doing.
I would do. I'm an architect.
You're joking?
You mean like university qualifications, etc?
Of course.
And you can still lob a brick through a church window to frighten people?
What is the world coming to?
I didn't mean to break the window. I was aiming for the door.
As for the people, the object of the exercise was to frighten them.
We are talking about a murderer
and two people who choose to ignore that fact.
But it's not a fact, is it?
- If it was a fact, then the law... - The law?! On this island?
- My father's drunken brother-in-law. - There were other policemen.
Listening to Duncan Scott. Do you suppose he was honest with them?
My father married a woman 15 years his junior.
She was beautiful.
And he came to hate her for that.
She even had to dress to suit him. The plainer, the better.
Somebody would have told the police.
My aunt told them and told anyone that would have the inquiry reinstated.
But she's not Duncan Scott. She's not a policeman.
For instance...
Do you know who found my mother?
- No. - Claire Fleming.
The woman who subsequently found my father a home.
The women who's looking after him.
- You think she was involved? - Why not?
Because you're just after telling me your father was a jealous man.
Jealous men don't normally bump off their wives to be with other women.
You know he actually expected me to go on living here with him.
I begged him to let me live with my Aunt Rhona, but he wouldn't.
This was my home, he said.
So one day I...
I came in...
...and I took out a box of matches.
And I never had a home after that.
He took my mother.
And he took my childhood.
You could say this...
...puts the church window and all my other tricks into perspective.
Aye.
I must sound like a mad axe woman.
A bit.
Have I frightened you with talk of arson?
No, no, no.
Do you have someone?
In Lochdubh?
It's a bit... unrequited at the moment.
But I live in hope.
- That was the place? - That's the place.
Was it an accident? I mean, could she have slipped?
It's possible.
But not suicide?
I mean, you don't...
borrow money and plan to sell a watch if you're going to...
- That kind of end. - I suppose not.
Laura's got you wondering, has she?
It's more professional curiosity, really.
Constable?
That hardly puts you in the Charlie Chan bracket, Hamish.
I've had my moments.
What was Claire doing here when she discovered the body?
She'd come to gather shellfish.
Do you think he did it?
I hope not.
Why did you take him in then?
I'm supposed to be a Christian.
Hate the sin but not the sinner.
And... he had nowhere to go.
He's got his sister. They seem to get on.
More than get on. Enoch all but raised Barbara.
At the time these things happened,
Barbara Scott was not in the best of health.
- How do you mean? - Mental health.
She couldn't carry children full-term
and the strain of constantly trying caused breakdowns.
Laura seemed to think
that Duncan may have influenced the inquiry team in Enoch's favour.
Oh, there's a bitter young woman.
While that's understandable, it undermines any theory she has.
So you don't think Enoch murdered his wife to be with Claire?
You honestly think that a fine example of Catholic womanhood
would take up with an old Protestant bigot like Enoch McDuff?
- Maybe that's the bigot in you. - Me, a bigot? Never.
I hold firm views, that's all.
Firm views based on the fact that we Catholics were here first
and are therefore the true faith.
We Jews were here before you Catholics.
I know that. I can answer your point.
But it would require a longwinded theological riposte
that would bore you rigid.
I would like to get back. Are you coming?
No. I'm off to speak to Rhona Lindsay. Care to come along?
I doubt that I'd be welcome there.
OK.
That's her. That's my sister.
Did she never tell you why she needed the money? £50?
No.
We've tea in the pot, Father.
Where's Hamish? I thought he might like to come with me.
Constable Macbeth has gone to visit Rhona Lindsay.
- Constable? - That's right.
And he's very interested in past events.
- The body was found at the bay. - That's right.
When did she die?
The estimate was between 10 and 12 that morning.
How long did it take the emergency services to come from the mainland?
I don't know. Why?
I was just wondering about life on an island.
How long it would take the police to respond to such a situation.
I really appreciate you showing me this.
Jock!
Oh, Hamish. I didn't hear you.
The door was open.
Since you're here, I...
I've been making up a wee shopping list for the next few days.
Is there anything in particular you'd like me to get for you?
None I can think of.
Maybe some shellfish, if there's a good fishmonger's.
Fishmonger's? We gather our own shellfish here, Hamish.
If the tide is right tomorrow I'll try and get you some mussels.
- The tide? - Low tide.
It's the best time.
As I said, I like to get mine from a fishmonger's.
Is Mr McDuff around?
Have you cleaned this?
I give them all a good dusting.
There's still muck on his sandals.
I told you - I've dusted every graven image in this place.
Graven image? This is St Patrick.
I will not have muck on the foot of the man
who drove the serpents out of Ireland.
That is just plain rubbish.
- It's what happened. - Is that so?
Then you won't mind telling me how it was done - this vanishing?
There's no mystery. The good St Patrick simply got up on a rock,
pointed out to the sea and said, "Out, snakes!"
And away they went.
- Out, snakes! Out, snakes! - Or words to that effect.
I'm paraphrasing - not having actually been there at the time.
They're deaf, you imbecile. They have no ears.
How could they hear your man saying, "Out, snakes" when they've no ears?
Excuse me.
I was wondering if I could maybe borrow the car.
I promised Claire I'd get some shopping.
Of course you can borrow the car.
Give Hamish the keys, Mr McDuff.
There's not much.
Just my report and some photographs.
- More whisky? - No, no. I'm driving.
You're on holiday, man.
And, besides, who's going to arrest you?
Certainly not me.
There's a mark on this one. Do you see that?
Probably hotshots on the mainland playing noughts and crosses.
Why are you bothering with all this stuff, Mr Macbeth?
I'm just concerned I could be living with a murderer.
It makes you kind of... intrigued. Know what I mean?
I dare say.
You said you didn't think he did it.
- Why? - Because he's my brother-in-law.
Besides, I don't believe he could do it.
Your wife never had any doubts?
Her brother a killer?
Not in a million years.
- They've always been very close, eh? - Oh, yes.
Very close.
When she was sick they gave her drugs and electric shocks.
But for my money it wasn't that that brought her back, it was him.
Sitting there, holding her hand... and praying over her for hours.
And hours.
- Do you like whelks, Hamish? - No.
Yeah... I'm having shellfish tomorrow.
When's she due back, Duncan?
Your wife.
You've noticed I'm not coping, Hamish.
You miss your wife. Nothing wrong with that.
No.
And I do miss her, Hamish. I never...
...thought I would.
Not this much.
But I do.
You sure about the drink?
Yeah. I have to get back.
I've got some shopping in the car. You sit... It's OK.
Thanks, Duncan.
Look at the uniformed man.
He's pegging the screen down, so they'd not been there long.
If you say so.
According to Duncan Scott's report, this photo was taken around 5pm.
Look at the tide. It's right in.
That means low tide would have been 11 o'clock in the morning.
That's the same time your mother died.
So?
Claire said she discovered the body at three...
...when she was on her way to collect shellfish.
- But the tide was halfway in at three. - Exactly.
She told me she always collects shellfish at low tide.
So she was either lying about her reason for being there,
or she was lying about the time.
You believe me? That she was in on it with my father?
Maybe. He's definitely got something to hide.
- He took a shot at me yesterday. - What?
Missed by a mile.
Trying to scare me off the island, I think,
cos he knows I'm a policeman.
- You're a policeman. - Afraid so.
I think you may be right about Duncan Scott being less than impartial.
He showed me a photograph that was marked right on the tide-line.
He may have worked all this out years ago.
Suppose you're right about Claire.
You father gets back his watch and decides it's dangerous to have.
So what does he do?
This feels a bit tacky.
This from the woman who torched her own house.
- Is that it? - Yeah.
I was right.
All along, I was right.
This is from your mother to your father. She's um...
She's leaving him. She's taking the watch to help pay for a fresh start.
It's telling him who she's leaving with.
This is a statement by Claire Fleming
saying she was a witness to the murder.
We should see Duncan.
Hello, Claire. Let me carry that for you.
Mr Macbeth told me you might be coming along for shellfish.
Have you seen Claire?
She's on the shore.
Seems her policeman friend has a taste for shellfish.
I'll give her a hand... I think.
- What's he doing? - He wants to tell me something.
Duncan Scott.
It was him who was in Claire's house that night.
"We have to go", she said.
"We have to go or I'll tell Barbara what you've been up to."
She was going to do it.
Then when I tried stopping her...
Duncan, you shouldn't be telling me all this.
Enoch told me I'd been seen.
Not who'd seen me - just that I'd been seen.
I knew it was you.
I've known a long time.
- A long time? - Oh, yes.
Now step off.
- Duncan... - Please step off.
- Duncan! - Duncan!
You leave Claire be!
I gave you my word, Duncan.
I promised my silence for Barbara's sake.
Barbara's dead, Enoch.
She just went and died on me.
She went out to the freezer and died on me.
- That's why she has to go over... - No!
Duncan, killing Claire won't help.
She left statements and my statement goes straight to McPhail.
What are you going to do?
What I always said I would do if anything happened to Barbara.
I have to clear my name.
It will put me in jail.
I'm sorry, Duncan.
Very sorry.
Enoch!
I'm not a bad man.
I was only protecting Barbara.
Oh, Enoch, please...
- Is Duncan Scott here? - He's back there.
Show time, McDuff.
How do I look?
You know what I think about all this stuff, Angus.
Oh, well...
Things will work out, Enoch.
I feel it in my water.
- Do you think so? - I think so.
- I'll tell you something else I think. - What?
I think Hamish has been telling fibs about being Jewish.
I told you what he was the minute he got here
and I know I was right.
He simply didn't want you to feel out of place
in the company of three true believers.
True believers?
What are you inferring, Mr McPhail?
To believe in the true faith is to be a true believer, Mr McDuff.
True faith? True faith?! Who says it's the true faith?
These good people here for a start, Mr McDuff.
- I'll be waiting for you in the off room. - I hope so.
I knew that Barbara would have to be protected
from the knowledge that Duncan was a murderer.
I'd already lost one person I loved.
I couldn't bear to lose someone else.
And Claire could see it was the right thing to do.
What about me?
I was your daughter.
Didn't that matter?
- You made me believe... - No.
I hoped you would believe in my innocence.
When you didn't, I prayed to God for time to make things up to you.
Now He's given us that time.
The rest is up to you and me.
Please, Laura.
Stay and build a house.
Come on, Jock.
Is that a sad sound, or what, eh?
It sure is.
- Are you Catholic yourself? - No, Jewish actually.
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